Clock On The Mantle

The clock on the mantel struck
Half past ten, the hour to retire
For most women and men.
I listened to the clock, heard a
Knock on the door – I looked!

No one was there. Half past two
Still awake with nothing to do.
Half past four I fell asleep,
Forgetting the mother I had
Expected to come through the
Door.

A gust of wind blew through
The window, death came in
With a shroud on his face,
Coming to take me – not yet was
My plea, I have more to do,
Much to undo.

Death agreed to let me stay,
He gathered his cloak about him
And went on his way.
I suddenly awoke, knowing this
Was but a dream!